Apparently, I’ve made a bad move, career-wise. On 4 July I was ordained in St Paul’s Cathedral into an institution that may as well be irrelevant, as the majority of the population don’t believe in the God I’ve committed my life to. I’m not so much a new curate, more a new curator at the ‘faith museum’ that is the Church of England.

I know the stats: the 2011 census showed a drop of 13 per cent in the number of Brits identifying themselves as Christian since 2001. Since 1960, attendance at Church of England churches has halved. Methodist membership’s declined by nearly two-thirds since 1980. The numbers are bleak.

Am I kidding myself that the pension fund I began paying into last month will still exist by the time I retire in 30 or 40 years time? Will I even have a job in my 60s?

I trained at a college that didn’t even exist 10 years ago, and next month, it will welcome a record number of ordinands – more than 70. My diocese is aiming to have doubled the number of people entering ordained ministry by 2020. Is this a last ditch attempt to rescue the institution? I think not.

The Church got things wrong in the past, but it’s by no means irrelevant today. In parish ministry, I get to meet people at the highest and lowest points of their lives and everything in between – from weddings and celebrating new life, to the funeral of a child that was barely two. I have witnessed how, when the worst of life happens, church communities come together in response. Clergy have a unique role in those spaces and no matter the statistics, society doesn’t seem to be ready to let them go yet.

That’s part of what makes up my ‘calling’. To serve society. It’s not about the Sundays, or being a local celeb. It’s about serving as Christ first served. I know that’ll I never match his sacrifice. I know that many in society don’t give a toss about why I do what I do, but it doesn’t stop me. It doesn’t end at the church door, or the parish boundary, but stretches out far ahead of me – wherever I end up and in whatever role within my vocation.

Countless people question this calling. Some have the right and duty to do so, others are curious. Total strangers, intrigued by my answer to their polite: “So, what do you do?” quiz me about my motivations. Often they’re not interested in ‘the Church’ – but are curious as to how God impacts someone. “It’s a calling,” is never the end of a conversation, often it’s just the beginning.

I could stay hidden among those who share these out-dated beliefs, in the security of an emptying church building, but I don’t. I out myself as a ‘professional’ Christian in my dog collar, and get landed with stereotypes, high expectations and abuse. Rather than offering protection, it brands me as one of ‘them’. Not so much a status symbol, as an object of ridicule.

But I carry on wearing it, tucked under my ‘normal’ clothes. I’m just trying to be me, living out what I think God wants me to do. I’m not edgy or trendy – although potentially marginally more so that the kind of vicar Sara Cox had in mind when banning them from wearing trainers. I’m this curate, in this place at this time, looking for God to use me. I’m a feminist who’s made the conscious decision to become Anglican in order to fight the Church’s patriarchy – the stained-glass ceiling may have been broken, but it’s left behind shards that can cut those attempting to travel through it.

I’m anxious not to get caught up in a Christian bubble – I’m more interested in getting out into the ‘real’ world than inviting people into ours. If the Church is to survive it has to make that its mission. It’s not an easy ride. When things didn’t go to plan and I screamed at God in anger and frustration, the message came back loud and clear that ordination was the way forward.

I don’t know how we avoid the iceberg, but I do know that abandoning ship isn’t right either – someone’s got to be on the bridge to steer a new course.

This was written in response to: Sinking ship – recruiting now.

Written by Liz Clutterbuck // Follow Liz on  Twitter //  Liz\'s Blog

Liz lives in London and loves the city, its people, and its transport (she’s a bit of a geek). Currently, she’s training to be a vicar in the Church of England and enjoys shattering peoples’ assumptions that her vocation will turn her into the Vicar of Dibley. She’s also passionate about social media and can be found on Twitter and on her blog.

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